She was trapped, unable to escape, lost within herself. No one was allowed in. Only a few were to be trusted. Everyone else was an enemy. Never again would she let herself be broken in such a way. Never again would she let herself trust so easily, so freely. She would remain forever within her protect self. Herself, her family, and her two friends, sisters. What more could she need? Who else was to be trusted with her trust?
The answer arrived in the form of a living nightmare. Four hopeless, terrifying, crazy nightmares and he would change her forever.

James was a jock. Sirius was a heartthrob. Remus was the sweetest. Peter was quiet. Frank was underestimated. Kyle was on the side. Lily was stubborn. Emily was perfect. Alice was nuts. Carly was shy.
That was sixth year.
Then there was summer.
Through a series of some unfortunate and some not so much events, the Gryffindors were forced to reveal their secrets and shed their masks.
Jessica was the change.

James believes in some stupid things. Fire Eaters? Come on!
But then again, Remus did say that they were all brain damaged; that's why they're friends with me.
I think he's right; I'm not exactly normal. Have you seen my friends? Stupid idiots all of them.
But back to the point: James and his theories.
But that's not the point either. It's got more to do with Voldemort and his stupid prophecy obsession.

For six years, it had been the Marauders, Frank and Steven, and the girls. Those were everyone's favorite Gryffindors. The Marauders had their pranks, Frank was a mad duelest, Steven always won the Quidditch games, and the girls were just fun to look at, plus the brains.
So of course, when the change came along, people were afraid. Lily wasn't yelling and Sirius wasn't dating and where did Katelyn come from?
As it turns out, change was a good thing after all.